I love everything Gianluca does. His country/landscapes are in a class by themselves. He’s outdone himself with number 284. Everything is perfect: the colors, the tree and the clouds reflected on the smooth water, the dilapidated shack obscured in the ripples. The saturated greens, oranges, and browns and pink undertones. Even the golden spray of grass in the lower right adds to the magic.
Stillness, the faintest breeze blowing across the quiet waters, sun low in sky, reddish glow. I wonder what the summer rain sounds like, plinking on that roof. Like music I am sure.
And carrying forward the summertime theme from yesterday …
Summertime by Angelique Kidjo